GRRARRRR.
there are 2 things i really really really want right now.
to do, that is.
1) get to j2 2009 with 1408.
2) give those bitches a sound beating.
number 1 is more important. very important, in fact.
must must must. if i don't i'm going to commit suicide or something.
anyway, for number 2, who wants to guess who i'm refering to!
(i use bitch for both guys and girls, so there.)
just throw out your answers and i'll give you the reply!
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nope.
nope.
nope.
nope.
nope.
nope.
nope.
nope.
nope.
nope.
ya. still nope.
i can't really type it here lest i get sued.
no seriously.
like, sued as in, lawyer sued.
literally.
i'm not joking. sadly.):
can't really type all of it because that bad tempered bitch thinks she owns the world.
and why? because she owns an A level cert.
whatever.
your argument is as holey and flawed as swiss cheese. so many freaking loopholes, and everytime someone shows you one you just scream/shout/throw your temper and leave.
even in a public place.
come on, can we just behave as adults, like who you already are?
you're so freaking childish, grow up, mother of 2 kids.
how do you educate your kids anyway.
oops i forgot, you didnt. you just left them to the parties whom you are selfishly exploiting for your own greed.
a condo isn't enough? a car isn't enough?
oh no, of course not. you need more. you want more. but you can't FIND A FREAKING JOB because no one wants you due to your explosive nature and control freakiness.
so you exploit your mother and siblings after your dad dies and doesn't leave a will. very smart move.
"我要帮老爸争一口气!"
i tell you, if he was alive he'd have whacked you upside down with his walking stick.
most probably.
who wouldn't want to whack a spoilt brat who is claiming that her dad "died from anger" towards her brother who is running the business?
he take over, the other people working in the shop are good, everyone's good. more or less. at least everyone has a job.
except you, that is.so why do you want to fight for your share in this?
disrupt the peace very good ah?
and take over the leading position somemore, go and die.
what happened to your business, you tell me?
oh no it got stolen by the partner.
so you think you're very good at business huh.
so why is your dad's business will running pretty well under your brother's control and yours is like, history?
chew on it, A level graduate.
the worst part is,
YOU SHOUT AT MY MOTHER AND GRANDMOTHER SOMEMORE? KNNBCCB GO AND DIE CAN?
YOU THINK YOU CRY VERY BIG AH. YOU THINK YOU BRING YOUR HUSBAND FAT FAT CAN PROTECT YOU VERY BIG AH.
(Cass, if you're reading this, stfu please. you weren't there to witness your mum that day. you'd be pissed off too if my mum screamed at yours.)
what do you stand to gain after this anyway?
you think you'd gain more respect?
despicable.
no wait you're not.
the other one is.
no wait, all 4 of you are.
and your other baggage.
you don't deserve to be respected at all.
you don't deserve to have a family, or a mother, if thats the way you treat her.
go hole up in your little cowardy shell and only follow the one who is getting the limelight this season.
(because what goes around comes around.)
ok crap i just realised i kinda let out the identities, LOL.
alright, no one sues me.
yes, not even you, who thinks your english is very good and you can spell hypocrite.
ha.
(OH YA, YOU CALL MY MUM HYPOCRITE TOO?! WTF?!?!!)
thats it, i tell you.
i've never seen a no-more-insults-to-describe person like you.
(even :O also got insult to say lor. you dont even have. shows how low you are.)
(i can't believe i have a fraction of the same blood as you, ew yuck ok i'm off to cut myself so maybe your dirty blood doesn't run in my anymore.)
(i'm kidding.)
which reminds me.
i need to write a disclaimer. before anyone sues me.
right ok, READ THIS.
and yes, i'm very very very sorry that i've even treated you with respect before.
i'm hungry.
bye.
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